" "My sister Constance!" echoed the knight; "what of her?" "You agree to my proposal, then?" said Jonathan. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. Some day she wanted to be loved as Marius loved Cosette; but there was another character which bit far more deeply into her mind.
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